So I’m walking outside of Nobu in LA with the Wifey and kids (we’re peekin in the window-seein what da rich people eat) and out the door comes Jessica Alba…dressed like my neighbor in the Trailer next door…
“Hey Jessica”…I shout “How about a picture with my little Betty Jean?”
Well hush my Mouth and call me Lucky cuz Jessica just saddled up next to Ol Betty Jean and was just as friendly as if I gave her my last beer!
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